06 June, 2012

Just to let you know...

Just to let you know, I'm still around. I've been really busy with school and stuff. but once it gets settled. I will post again. thank you faithful followers. I will not let you down.

23 August, 2011

Life is a Movie

Life is a Movie Quiz

Ok, imagine your life is a movie - what songs would be in it? To find out, here’s how it works:

1. Open your library (iTunes, Media Player, iPod, etc)

2. Put it on shuffle

3. Press play

4. For every question, type the song that’s playing

5. When you go to a new question, press the next button

6. Don’t lie and try to pretend you’re cool…

Trailer: The Fields of Atherny - The Irish Rovers

Opening Credits: Weigh hey and up she rises - The Irish Rovers

Waking Up: Reflections - Diana Ross and the Supremes 

First Day of School: Star of the country down - The Irish Rovers (?)

First Love: Every other Weekend - Reba and Kenny Chesney (Sort of, thank god there was no kids…)

First Heartbreak: You’re nobody till somebody loves you - The Rat pack

Fight Song: Why don’t we just Dance - Josh Turner (WTF?)

Prom: If I die young - The band Perry (again WTF?)

Life: If I could be like Xena - Marilyn Rucker (oka….y)

Mental Breakdown:  Over the Ocean - The Irish Rovers

Driving: My kind of Town - Frank Sinatra 

Flashback: My Girl - The Temptations 

Getting Back Together: The battle of new orleans - Johnny Horton (What?… I’m confused….)

Losing Your Virginity: Jesus take the wheel - Carrie Underwood (*whimper*….)

Wedding: Mary was the Marrying Kind - Kip Moore 

Birth of Child: The Unicorn - Irish Rovers 

Final Battle: Spanish Eyes - Al Martino 

Death Scene: The beat goes on - Sonny and Cher 

Funeral: Me and God - Josh Turner

Bloopers: Knock on Wood - The Pointer Sisters

25 July, 2011

America's Got Talent - America Tribute

I've been watching this years America's got Talent and was amazed by this performance by the Silhouettes. Amazing stuff. I will be watching you in the semi-finals. Can't wait

11 July, 2011

I just had to share this - Six boys 13 Hands

I was on Facebook just a bit ago and read this note a friend posted. After reading it, I just had to share.


Each year I am hired to go to Washington , DC , with the eighth grade class from Clinton , WI . where I grew up, to videotape their trip. I greatly enjoy visiting our nation's capitol, and each year I take some special memories back with me. This fall's trip was especially memorable.
On the last night of our trip, we stopped at the Iwo Jima memorial. This memorial is the largest bronze statue in the world and depicts one of the most famous photographs in history -- that of the six brave soldiers raising the American Flag at the top of a rocky hill on the island of Iwo Jima , Japan , during WW II.
Over one hundred students and chaperones piled off the buses and headed towards the memorial. I noticed a solitary figure at the base of the statue, and as I got closer he asked, 'Where are you guys from?'

I told him that we were from Wisconsin . 'Hey, I'm a cheese head, too! Come gather around, Cheese heads, and I will tell you a story.'

(It was James Bradley who just happened to be in Washington , DC , to speak at the memorial the following day. He was there that night to say good night to his dad, who had passed away. He was just about to leave when he saw the buses pull up. I videotaped him as he spoke to us, and received his permission to share what he said from my videotape. It is one thing to tour the incredible monuments filled with history in Washington , DC , but it is quite another to get the kind of insight we received that night.)

When all had gathered around, he reverently began to speak. (Here are his words that night.)

'My name is James Bradley and I'm from Antigo, Wisconsin . My dad is on that statue, and I just wrote a book called 'Flags of Our Fathers' which is #5 on the New York Times Best Seller list right now. It is the story of the six boys you see behind me.

'Six boys raised the flag. The first guy putting the pole in the ground is Harlon Block. Harlon was an all-state football player. He enlisted in the Marine Corps with all the senior members of his football team.. They were off to play another type of game. A game called 'War.' But it didn't turn out to be a game. Harlon, at the age of 21, died with his intestines in his hands. I don't say that to gross you out, I say that because there are people who stand in front of this statue and talk about the glory of war. You guys need to know that most of the boys in Iwo Jima were 17, 18, and 19 years old - and it was so hard that the ones who did make it home never even would talk to their families about it.

(He pointed to the statue) 'You see this next guy? That's Rene Gagnon fromNew Hampshire. If you took Rene's helmet off at the moment this photo was taken and looked in the webbing of that helmet, you would find a photograph...a photograph of his girlfriend Rene put that in there for protection because he was scared. He was 18 years old. It was just boys who won the battle of Iwo Jima . Boys. Not old men.

'The next guy here, the third guy in this tableau, was Sergeant Mike Strank.. Mike is my hero. He was the hero of all these guys. They called him the 'old man' because he was so old. He was already 24. When Mike would motivate his boys in training camp, he didn't say, 'Let's go kill some Japanese' or 'Let's die for our country' He knew he was talking to little boys.. Instead he would say, 'You do what I say, and I'll get you home to your mothers.'

'The last guy on this side of the statue is Ira Hayes, a Pima Indian from Arizona . Ira Hayes was one of them who lived to walk off Iwo Jima . He went into the White House with my dad. President Truman told him, 'You're a hero' He told reporters, 'How can I feel like a hero when 250 of my buddies hit the island with me and only 27 of us walked off alive?'

So you take your class at school, 250 of you spending a year together having fun, doing everything together. Then all 250 of you hit the beach, but only 27 of your classmates walk off alive. That was Ira Hayes. He had images of horror in his mind. Ira Hayes carried the pain home with him and eventually died dead drunk, face down, drowned in a very shallow puddle, at the age of 32 (ten years after this picture was taken).

'The next guy, going around the statue, is Franklin Sousley from Hilltop, Kentucky . A fun-lovin' hillbilly boy. His best friend, who is now 70, told me, 'Yeah, you know, we took two cows up on the porch of the Hilltop General Store. Then we strung wire across the stairs so the cows couldn't get down. Then we fed them Epsom salts. Those cows crapped all night.' Yes, he was a fun-lovin' hillbilly boy. Franklin died on Iwo Jima at the age of 19. When the telegram came to tell his mother that he was dead, it went to the Hilltop General Store. A barefoot boy ran that telegram up to his mother's farm. The neighbors could hear her scream all night and into the morning. Those neighbors lived a quarter of a mile away.

'The next guy, as we continue to go around the statue, is my dad, John Bradley, from Antigo, Wisconsin , where I was raised. My dad lived until 1994, but he would never give interviews. When Walter Cronkite's producers or the New York Times would call, we were trained as little kids to say 'No, I'm sorry, sir, my dad's not here. He is in Canada fishing. No, there is no phone there, sir. No, we don't know when he is coming back..' My dad never fished or even went to Canada .. Usually, he was sitting there right at the table eating his Campbell 's soup. But we had to tell the press that he was out fishing. He didn't want to talk to the press.

'You see, like Ira Hayes, my dad didn't see himself as a hero. Everyone thinks these guys are heroes, 'cause they are in a photo and on a monument. My dad knew better. He was a medic. John Bradley from Wisconsin was a combat caregiver. On Iwo Jima he probably held over 200 boys as they died. And when boys died on Iwo Jima , they writhed and screamed, without any medication or help with the pain.

'When I was a little boy, my third grade teacher told me that my dad was a hero. When I went home and told my dad that, he looked at me and said, 'I want you always to remember that the heroes of Iwo Jima are the guys who did not come back. Did NOT come back.'
'So that's the story about six nice young boys.. Three died on Iwo Jima , and three came back as national heroes. Overall, 7,000 boys died on Iwo Jima in the worst battle in the history of the Marine Corps. My voice is giving out, so I will end here. Thank you for your time.'

Suddenly, the monument wasn't just a big old piece of metal with a flag sticking out of the top. It came to life before our eyes with the heartfelt words of a son who did indeed have a father who was a hero. Maybe not a hero for the reasons most people would believe, but a hero nonetheless.

We need to remember that God created this vast and glorious world for us to live in, freely, but also at great sacrifice

Let us never forget from the Revolutionary War to the current War on Terrorism and all the wars in-between that sacrifice was made for our freedom...please pray for our troops.

Remember to pray praises for this great country of ours and also ...please pray for our troops still in murderous places around the world.

STOP and thank God for being alive and being free due to someone else's sacrifice.

God Bless You and God Bless America .

REMINDER: Everyday that you can wake up free, it's going to be a great day.

One thing I learned while on tour with my 8th grade students in DC that is not mentioned here is . . that if you look at the statue very closely and count the number of 'hands' raising the flag, there are 13. When the man who made the statue was asked why there were 13, he simply said the 13th hand was the hand of God.

Great story - worth your time - worth every American's time. Please pass it on.

God bless America, our troops serving overseas, our troops here at home, Veterans and those who died for our freedom. Thank you all for securing our right to be free and remain free 

06 July, 2011

Major frowny face

For almost a year now, I've been running a Dungeons and Dragons 4e game on Saturdays for my friends and fellow gamers. It takes place in my own world. well for a while now, I've been feeling a bit off on the game, and it feels like DM burnout. Also I don't get a feeling like my players are enjoying the game. I mean something that's been going on for this long and if the players enjoyed it, then one wouldn't forget the game over some other thing like WOW. It's not the first time said player has pulled stunts like this. I'm getting to the point that I don't know if my game's worth continuing.

I didn't want this to be my hundredth post, but there it is, I'm frustrated with my players and I don't know how to deal with it

02 June, 2011


While checking my email the other day, I came across a notification from a fan fiction website I used to post at. Someone had liked me as a favorite author and had like my story as a favorite story. Usually I skip them, but for some reason I clicked to see which of my stories ended up on this person's favorite list. 

It turned out to be my story "Pine, Roses and Lavender." I thought cool, this is awesome that my story, even after three years of touching it, people still enjoy reading it. Still curious, I followed the link to the reviews. I wondered if anyone still reviewed it, and I was pleasantly surprised that people did, AND wanted the next chapter. 

Inspired, I turned on my old laptop to see if I had Chapter 20 done or partially done. No such luck. I re-read the last couple of chapters to remember where exactly I left off and to strike inspiration.  And I realized that I have forgotten where I wanted to go with the story. *hangs head* Guess that's what I get for not writing for 3 years.